Victory - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
A caterpillar has no beauty
To boast of or display
It feeds on leaves continuously
In a pitiful and crawling way.
As if ashamed of its appearance
And its lack of creature strength
It thrives on sheer endurance
Till days of growth announce its length.
It sleeps in solitude's cocoon
Wrapped in its content transition,
Sure its rebirth is coming soon
Metamorphosed in creation.
Through its final feat of struggle
Completed joy a thousand sighs
From its triumphs over obstacles
Comes the magnificent butterfly!
Copyright ~~~~~~~ cynthiabuhainabello~~~04.04.13
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